I must like cops or something. All my stories are about them. I need a better hobby or something. Here's to another Olivia and Elliot story. My first favorite cop pairings. The song is by David Cook, and it's called Come Back to Me. I still own nothing and will not own them even. Sorry.

Come Back to Me

You say you got to go and find yourself
You say that you're becoming someone else
Don't recognize the face in the mirror looking back at you

You say you're leaving as you look away
I know there's really nothing left to say
Just know I'm here whenever you need me
I will wait for you

Olivia slammed shut her locker down, not being able to stand the seeing her reflection staring back at her. The day had been long and trying. The case today had struck home. A woman in her late forties was brutally raped and murdered. She had no family or real close friends, she lived by herself, and she was a local cop. Olivia had realized the similarities between her and the murdered woman. Was she going to end up like that woman? No one to call when she was murdered?

Collapsing on the bench, Olivia felt tears rushed down her face. She never had any luck with men or friends for that matter. Her mother hated her and now was dead before they could make any more real progress. Her father was a rapist and therefore not one to reach. Simon, poor Simon. She was all alone. Just like the woman, she adsorbed herself into work and went home to nothing and nobody.

Since she was so lost in her own thoughts, she didn't hear Elliot come into the room, looking for her. It broke his heart to see her crying. He just knew this case had hit close to home for her. No one else saw it. But he, he was her best friend. The one that knew everything about her. He had to be the one to help her. So, he walked over to her and sat down next to her with open arms.

Instantly, Olivia was in his arms. They had gotten closer over the years. She had been there for him through his divorce, and he through her mother's death. They were best friends as well as partners. And one drunken night had made them lovers as well. Something they hadn't discussed since it happened a month ago. Not that it had changed them very much. They had a job to do.

"I have to go find myself, Elliot," she whimpered.

Elliot knew that to be true. She had to be sure of who she was before he could tell her anything. She had to be happy with herself. "I know."

"I'm sorry." Olivia buried herself into his embrace as she spoke. "I don't even know who I am. The face that looks back at me in the mirror isn't who I want to be."

"I'll always be here. I'll wait for you," he replied, with a heavy heart. It pained him to know he was going to have to let her go. But it was what she needed. Her happiness meant more to him than telling her he loved her.

"Thank you, Elliot," she smiled. Her eyes still watery with tears, and he knew he'd always love her.

"Just come back to me," he asked.

Olivia nodded and gathered her things.

So I let you go
I set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you
Come back to me

Take your time
I won't go anywhere
I picture you with the wind in your hair
I'll keep your things right where you left them
I'll be here for you

It had been two months since Olivia had left. The squad was sad to see her go. Se promised them she'd be back. Cragen had understood her intentions as she soon as she explained them to him. He promised to keep her job waiting for her if she ever wanted to come back. It was just as hard for him to let the woman, who was like his daughter, walk away. But he knew it was what she needed.

Elliot was miserable without her. His new partner, a younger guy, was nothing like her. He was goofy and annoying. The squad tried not to make him feel not too much like an outsider. But even he knew that he was just a temporary replacement for someone else. That the others would much rather have this Olivia than him. Olivia was a subject no one discussed. Mostly out of fear for Elliot exploding. Munch had figured out Elliot's feelings for Olivia, and explained it to the rest of the squad. It made sense to them after that.

Days ticked by without a word from Olivia or where she was. Casey came to the squad room often to see if she was back. She had felt really guilty and upset for not being a better friend to Olivia. Elliot had to reassure her it was what Olivia wanted. This would make Olivia happy, and that's what counted. It was understandable but still painful. Everyone missed her so much.

I hope you find everything that you need
I'll be right here waiting to see
You find you
Come back to me

I can't get close if you're not there
I can't get inside if there's no soul there
I can't face you
I can't save you
It's something you have to do

So I'll let you go
I'll set you free
And when you've seen what you need to see
When you find you
Come back to me
Come back to me

It was now two and a half months since Olivia had left. Elliot was looking forward to another lonely night. A night filled with several beers and fallen tears. His apartment was filled with Olivia's packed up things. The guest room was entirely filled with her things. It hurt to go near the room even though it was never hers to begin with. But being close to her also comforted him in a way. It reassured him she was ok and happy out there.

A knock came on his door. Grunting, he got up to answer it. He had just opened his first beer and wasn't in the mood for visitors. Swinging open the door, there stood a woman he hadn't seen in a long time. His mouth dropped. He couldn't believe. Had he drunk more than he thought? Or was he dreaming?

"Elliot," came her sweet voice.

"Olivia," he breathed.

She smiled and launched into his arms. Her voice broke and tears fell. "I couldn't do it. I thought if I left, I'd find who I am and be happy. But I realized I'm only happy when I'm with you. I am cop in love with her partner."

Elliot felt his heart fill with joy. "Liv, I should of told you the same thing. I've been in love with you for so long. I let you go to find yourself."

"Oh, El," she sighed. Olivia leaned up and kissed him.

"I also realized who you were meant to be," he smiled.

Olivia looked at him, questioningly. She stepped further into his apartment and shut the door. Elliot kissed her again before hurrying across the room for something in his bedroom. "Who, El?"

Elliot returned with something in his hand. He had a huge smile on his face as he reached her. "You were meant to be my wife."

"Oh my god. Elliot! Yes!" Olivia gasped as she saw the solitary diamond ring in his hand. It was beautiful. How could she have been so stupid to not see where she belonged along? Elliot slipped the ring on her finger and kissed her fervently.

"I love you so much, Liv," he murmured.

Elliot quickly shed them of their clothes. He had been waiting and dreaming of her return for so long. All he wanted was her, and he wanted her now. Olivia giggled happily as she ran off to the bedroom. Growling, Elliot chased after her to find her perched on his bed. She made the come hither motion, and he was lost. Kissing her as if it was life saving, Elliot moved his hands all across her beautiful body once again.

Their first time was a drunken haze. This time was just rushed for time lost. But he vowed to shower her with love the next time around. There would be a next time and many more after that. Right now he just wanted to bury himself inside of her. When he did, Olivia knew she was home. She knew this was were she was meant to be.

The first few strokes were strong and rough. Elliot was being the dominant one, showing her all the pain she had caused him while she was absent. Then he slowed his pace and pushed into her tenderly. Olivia's eyes swelled up with his caring love making. She never felt this good before, and begged him not to stop. Smirking, he promised her to go forever if she wanted that.

Sadly, the time came for Elliot to reach his goal. He wanted to see her orgasm sweep over her. He wanted that satisfaction of knowing it was him that could brought her over. So, with two final thrusts, Olivia broke into a million pieces. She moaned and arched her back into him, milking him of his own orgasm. Elliot kissed her face over and over. He know he would never let her go again.

"Elliot?" Olivia finally spoke after several long moments.

"Hmm."
"I'm pregnant."

The End????

Sorry, it was a bit rushed. I was trying to get it out of my head before I lost it. Comment if you want more or if you want me to fix it.